April 3rd, 2007

Cards for sorrow / frodolyns

127 to go

I am slacking off. I am working, but barely. I am writing fic and surfing. I am taking calls, but I really could care less about people and their idiosyncrasies.

I have to go do laundry tonight. Blah. Next place I live, I best have access to washer and dryer.

Ever write like a page or two or ten and decide you really don't like what you wrote and just delete it.
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Be merry / bases by skint

They told me you had been to her

So I am bored out of my skull and I started digging through old posts and came across this...

I'm late. I'm late. For a very important date.

Today I fell in a Rabbit Hole.

The sun was shining and the sky was as blue as I've ever seen it. The earth must have stood still because I swear gravity stopped and I flew. Well bounced anyway. High above the houses and streets. Leaping from rooftop to rooftop. I went all the way to cloud 9 and had a very lovely chat with Socrates. He's so funny. A little hard to understand, but funny nonetheless.

I met up with a strangely interesting man waiting at the bus stop. He kept offering me chocolates. He told me tales of love and war and ping pong. Touching, but I really had to go. I mean I really had to go.

So I hitched a ride on a stray feather and headed Vegas, because I always wanted to sit on a toilet made of gold. Though it was rather cold, it wasn't anything to write home about. But that's what I'm doin' huh?

I decided to take a nap on George Washington's nose. He did look at me rather cross eyed. I think my sweater tickled him. But he swore it didn't. Liar.

I finally figured I should head home, but my bounce was gone. So my fairy god mother came down in a bright pink bubble and told me to click my heels three times. She started to tell the magic words, but the damn monkeys got to her and flew away. I don't mind so much, her voice was rather irritating. But damn, how was I gonna get home now?

The bus went by too fast. The plane was destined for some tropical island. The train was carrying weapons of mass destruction. I was going to rent a motorcycle from this guy with really weird sideburns, but his friend in sunglasses said it wasn't his to rent.

It finally hit me. The rabbit hole. Just gotta find a rabbit to follow.

What the hell was I smoking?
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